This past month I made a change in my daily routine. Every morning after I drop Georgie off at school I head to one of my favourite places in Nicosia. The Athalassa National Park. I spend an hour just walking. Not running, not exercising. Sometimes I listen to music and other times I just listen to the sounds of nature. At the park I spend one of the most restorative moments of my day. I ‘switch off’, breathe and allow myself to just be. No matter how many times I go I am always blown away by the peace and quiet and beauty of this place.
this is cyprus
Taken five months ago during a family visit to the village of Handria, in the Pitsilia area, where a friend’s parents live, these photos depict the making of soutzouko, a favourite traditional sweet.
Watching the process and even pulling my sleeves up to have a go was an amazing experience. Traditions and village gatherings such as these were never part of my childhood since none of my grandparents lived in Cyprus, so I adore them and find them fascinating.
A three day mini break in Paphos can do wonders for the soul and a curious child.
I live on a tiny island. Locals of my generation often complain about the impossibility of a long road trip. But what it lacks in area, it more than makes up for in character and natural beauty. These pictures are from a late afternoon trip to a beach in Meneou. Our drive, at that particular hour, was magical and one of the many reasons why I love Cyprus.
Whatever Cyprus is internationally considered to be right now, I feel the need to depict my side of it, my village, my life. Some things will never change. Thankfully.